NEAR Jabbok Ford, endued with sacred might, The patriarch strove with @3one@1 that silent came, Obscurely limned against the twilight flame -- Strove thro' slow watches of the marvellous night! "@3Ungird thine arms, for lo! 'tis morning light@1," Spake the weird stranger! -- "@3nay, but grant the claim@1, @3Made good thro' strife divine, and bless my name@1, '@3Ere yet thou goest from doubtful clasp and sight@1!" Thus Jacob, in the slowly ebbing swell Of power and passion, -- yearning still to mark That wrestler's face between the dawn and dark: Again, "@3wilt thou not bless me?" . . . yea! and yea@1!" Dropped a still voice, what time the new-born day Haloed an angel's head at Penuel! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GONE by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE by JOHN KEATS VARIUM ET MUTABILE by THOMAS WYATT NIOBE: THE GODS' CHILDREN by AESCHYLUS DECORATION DAY PRAYER by ARTHUR ROSZELLE BEMIS JR. PSALM 135 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE PAVANE by DORIS ELLEN BIESTERFELD |